This happened oh, about 15 years ago (well, 12-15 anyway) -- and for some reason I just thought of it. They weren't "sucky" in a "bad" way, just in a "lazy, wanting employees to do everything for them" way.
It's the laziest customer I had ever seen in my life -- even lazier than the one that thought picking up a pack of batteries was beneath her.
I was working at the warehouse club minding my own business (avoiding managers wanting to give me stupid work, while still helping all the customers) and I got a page to the air compressors (water presser washers, power backup -- something like one of those things -- it wasn't too heavy, but an awkward box to pick up).
So I went back and found a customer there standing by it, and asked questions. Everything was smooth, and then they asked me to load it up in their cart. Not a big deal either as, well, that's what i get called back there for about 80% of the time.
But unlike most times.... there wasn't a cart anywhere in the isle. I, being naive, asked where their cart was (thinking "my partner has it and will be back", or "X is getting one" as is again frequently the case) was told "Isn't that your job?" Now granted I've also been told there weren't any at the time and such, but that was different.
So other than thinking this person was a lazy jerk who was wasting my time, I politely went back to the front of the store, got a cart (flatbed), brought it back, loaded it up and asked if there was anything else as their friend arrived -- one of them (not sure which now) looked like he could bench press me and another employee at the same time without straining. The type of guy who could've carried the item to the front easier than I.
"Aren't you supposed to bring it to the front for me?"
Since I was in a good mood that night for some reason, I politely said something along the lines of "sure, when will you be done shopping so I can tell the cashier?" --- the reply: "I'm done now, I only came in for this."
So I followed the customer up front for a while... as they continued to shop for other things and put it on the flatbed with me pulling it (pushing it, can't remember) and continuously telling me to "hold on" as they were shopping for things (apparently "I'm done" means "I have more shopping to do". I tried to be calm until the ten minutes or so passed with me pulling their loaded down cart to the register.
Then I was done! I was trying not to rejoice as I started back to my area, "aren't you going to take it to my car for me?"
After the cashier gave them a surprised look (considering even she [smaller than me] could move the cart), I said "that's the cart guys that do that, let me get you one!" I got one.
Five minutes later or so the cart guy hunted me down because he couldn't get it by himself and needed help (not entirely unusual, but very infrequent).... So I wasn't free from them. When I got outside I saw that the cart was still fully loaded -- and they were sitting in their vehicle! They refused to load up anything in the car (we're talking some things were like nuts, batteries, film, and a book type of weight stuff - the things they put on the cart) -- but kept on telling us how to pack it properly, because apparently they shouldn't have to touch the stuff again.
The cart guy and I kept on trying to figure out what poor sucker they were going to have unload the car once they got home.
It's the laziest customer I had ever seen in my life -- even lazier than the one that thought picking up a pack of batteries was beneath her.
I was working at the warehouse club minding my own business (avoiding managers wanting to give me stupid work, while still helping all the customers) and I got a page to the air compressors (water presser washers, power backup -- something like one of those things -- it wasn't too heavy, but an awkward box to pick up).
So I went back and found a customer there standing by it, and asked questions. Everything was smooth, and then they asked me to load it up in their cart. Not a big deal either as, well, that's what i get called back there for about 80% of the time.
But unlike most times.... there wasn't a cart anywhere in the isle. I, being naive, asked where their cart was (thinking "my partner has it and will be back", or "X is getting one" as is again frequently the case) was told "Isn't that your job?" Now granted I've also been told there weren't any at the time and such, but that was different.
So other than thinking this person was a lazy jerk who was wasting my time, I politely went back to the front of the store, got a cart (flatbed), brought it back, loaded it up and asked if there was anything else as their friend arrived -- one of them (not sure which now) looked like he could bench press me and another employee at the same time without straining. The type of guy who could've carried the item to the front easier than I.
"Aren't you supposed to bring it to the front for me?"
Since I was in a good mood that night for some reason, I politely said something along the lines of "sure, when will you be done shopping so I can tell the cashier?" --- the reply: "I'm done now, I only came in for this."
So I followed the customer up front for a while... as they continued to shop for other things and put it on the flatbed with me pulling it (pushing it, can't remember) and continuously telling me to "hold on" as they were shopping for things (apparently "I'm done" means "I have more shopping to do". I tried to be calm until the ten minutes or so passed with me pulling their loaded down cart to the register.
Then I was done! I was trying not to rejoice as I started back to my area, "aren't you going to take it to my car for me?"
After the cashier gave them a surprised look (considering even she [smaller than me] could move the cart), I said "that's the cart guys that do that, let me get you one!" I got one.
Five minutes later or so the cart guy hunted me down because he couldn't get it by himself and needed help (not entirely unusual, but very infrequent).... So I wasn't free from them. When I got outside I saw that the cart was still fully loaded -- and they were sitting in their vehicle! They refused to load up anything in the car (we're talking some things were like nuts, batteries, film, and a book type of weight stuff - the things they put on the cart) -- but kept on telling us how to pack it properly, because apparently they shouldn't have to touch the stuff again.
The cart guy and I kept on trying to figure out what poor sucker they were going to have unload the car once they got home.
Comment